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Jun 2015
There is smoke in the air
Buildings are tumbling down
Little girls getting *****
Men getting abused
People hanging themselves
"Can't you see the world is full of madness?
Yet you still choose to believe?"
It's easy,
When I die I will be forever happy floating amongst the clouds
Nothing but a pure innocent soul
But when you die you have nothing to look forward to
You don't believe in an after life
You question my faith
I question your lack of faith
You say, "What kind of a God will allow this?"
Missing your sweet loved one
He took your most precious love and you started to hate Him
The death of my uncle opened my heart to Him
You say you don't believe in a God that it is unthinkable
But when you fall who catches you?
My God does
Whether there is a God or not
I like to believe in something magical rather than nothing at all
I have to have a reason to hang on to
It's much like breathing
You can't see it but you can't live without it.
The Broken Poet
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The Broken Poet  Texas
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